(Takeover Of Sarapin)
In the conference room of the Fresian headquarters of the Fegal Companies two men were having a long exchange of thoughts about the companies’ current state. These men were Karus and Mardar, the first a excecutive in the fegal industry as the other was the head of the scientific branch that were behind most development of products. It seemed like a slumber had descended upon the Fegal companies, the number of exports had dropped, some budget cuts had to made as other galactic competitors had began to push them out of the market and most concerning the CEO was nowhere to be found. There were many rumours flying around of his whereabouts, some said he was working on some black op project yet those had never stopped him from leading the company. Besides the dug was no scientist, he merely understood the basic idea and how effective the inventions of the scientific branch were in order to judge were they useful. Some say that the dug had a nervous breakdown beneath the cold surface and had fled to some of his planets to hide away, to clear his head or just to mix it up more with ale. Many would have liked to believe that, but rarely had Fegal given into pressure even with most of his branch leaders opposing some of his orders. Of course as the CEO was nowhere to be found and all that had certain contacts with him, said that he was on important business, the way to the throne was clear for someone. Not to mention high ranking officers in the Fegal merchant fleet had planned to gather the whole support of the fleet in order to takeover the company by force.
Uneasy rumours of corporate takeover had spread around the building and some in the higher ladders of the company had begun to wonder, if they could take control. But like many other doors of opportunity this one was slammed into the face of the power hungry usurpers as the Baal-class star destroyer, Sentenced arrived above Fresia. Rac himself sat quietly on the bridge watching at the metropolis planet down below, it was not quite what he had expected yet he had left some order to keep things running. Apparently some heads would have to roll in order to enforce his commands all tough not literally speaking, but few well chosen words might be enough. He had decided to leave the company behind for a while to enjoy life; he had taken a quiet life of travelling trough imperial, commonwealth and coalition space. Such travels certainly had its risks as who knew what such galactic powers would do in order to wipe out his companies. Yet in exchange he had studied everything closer besides the enjoying life, all tough he cold have learned it all while leading the company, but Rac believed in experiencing things by himself. Otherwise life tended to be dull unless you actually did something yourself, this partly came from his former life style of smuggling and travelling the galaxy. Yet as a `valuable resource` to the union, Rac was allowed to have his fun for sometime until he received a message, which gave a clear image of what he was expected to do.
“Play time is over, pack your bags puppet, and get your ass back to leading the companies and start making results”
Those were not the exact words, but the message was the same in the end and all tough Rac was allowed to run his company how he liked, but even his authority had limits. The Union kept insisting that it was all up to the board members to run their business yet it was quite clear they would not allow them to foolishly destroy their own creation. After all what belonged to them, belonged to the union in a way or so Rac thought it to be. Truth be told, Rac found it rather amusing that the union actually cared for his whereabouts as he was always replaceable, they could always install someone in head of his corporation all tough it might turn out as a messy business. Something that the union disliked greatly as, no wonder, it was a shadowy organization that stayed back allowing it’s puppets work as their front and Rac had proved to be efficient whenever he wanted to be. Rac guessed that this was his small vacation that the chairman had allowed until putting him back into order as compared to the rate he had worked in the past, Rac had a great deal to upgrade in his performance, if he wished to keep his `superiors` happy. Rac snapped out of his thoughts as a droid servant reported that the landing craft was fuelled and ready to go; sluggishly Rac turned his comfortable and weirdly shaped hover chair around to make his exit. He found his way down the turbo lift into the hangar swarming with mechanic droids, fighters and equipment, in the middle awaited Rac`s shuttle. Unlike always the pilot did not greet him for it was no human in control of the shuttle, Rac had grown frequently concerned about his own safety and had began to rely more on droids than humans. Humans were numerous, they stomped the ground everywhere in the galaxy and were always hungry for power, after all they were only out for themselves yet so was Rac.
The shuttle descended onto the familiar roof building that Rac had come to walk back and forth from time to time as he either entered or left the building this way. While on his way to the elevator and riding it, Rac opened up a com link to his secretary and snarled between his teeth as there was no answer. He is gone for a certain period of time and everything goes to hell, simply wonderful, but what could you expect from incompetent human underlings? They certainly were a horde of a workforce, but not good for much on their own or that depended on the person really, but mainly they were all worthless. Rac hovered trough the hallway and everyone he passed stopped to look at him, but as Rac arrived to the conference room where he was about to assemble a meeting he found two of them already there. Karus and Mardar turned to stare at him as he hovered past them, it seemed that they had not been expecting him to return or they had been interrupted at a bad moment. Rac stopped at the other head of the table and began preparing something on the table system that included a holocron. Silence descended upon the room as Rac calmly kept checking the system and seemed not to care, if there was anyone with him in the room. The two humans seemed paralyzed and did not say a word, Rac did not seem to acknowledge their presence yet the two human wanted some sort of an answer that would allow them to leave the room.
“You may leave and return tomorrow along with the rest of the board gentlemen, we matters to discuss and I am going to bring up the idle state of this company in, which it has fallen during my absence”
Rac said with his eyes still on the screen, Karus and Mardar simply nodded understanding that Rac was not at all pleased that he would have to grab the leash in order to keep his underlings in order. As the two left the room Rac opened up the latest reports of his companies fairing in everything, the failure to compete had forced budget cuts and that effected employees, who were not all that happy about it. This idle state that Rac had allowed his company to fall in was not acceptable, he would not accept it and those who had to suffer from it did not accept it. Rac would have to wake up his corporation in order to get things back on track and possibly an expansion of the corporation obviously would not hurt at all. An expansion worthy enough to assure his own underlings and the union that he was not faltering.
In the conference room of the Fresian headquarters of the Fegal Companies two men were having a long exchange of thoughts about the companies’ current state. These men were Karus and Mardar, the first a excecutive in the fegal industry as the other was the head of the scientific branch that were behind most development of products. It seemed like a slumber had descended upon the Fegal companies, the number of exports had dropped, some budget cuts had to made as other galactic competitors had began to push them out of the market and most concerning the CEO was nowhere to be found. There were many rumours flying around of his whereabouts, some said he was working on some black op project yet those had never stopped him from leading the company. Besides the dug was no scientist, he merely understood the basic idea and how effective the inventions of the scientific branch were in order to judge were they useful. Some say that the dug had a nervous breakdown beneath the cold surface and had fled to some of his planets to hide away, to clear his head or just to mix it up more with ale. Many would have liked to believe that, but rarely had Fegal given into pressure even with most of his branch leaders opposing some of his orders. Of course as the CEO was nowhere to be found and all that had certain contacts with him, said that he was on important business, the way to the throne was clear for someone. Not to mention high ranking officers in the Fegal merchant fleet had planned to gather the whole support of the fleet in order to takeover the company by force.
Uneasy rumours of corporate takeover had spread around the building and some in the higher ladders of the company had begun to wonder, if they could take control. But like many other doors of opportunity this one was slammed into the face of the power hungry usurpers as the Baal-class star destroyer, Sentenced arrived above Fresia. Rac himself sat quietly on the bridge watching at the metropolis planet down below, it was not quite what he had expected yet he had left some order to keep things running. Apparently some heads would have to roll in order to enforce his commands all tough not literally speaking, but few well chosen words might be enough. He had decided to leave the company behind for a while to enjoy life; he had taken a quiet life of travelling trough imperial, commonwealth and coalition space. Such travels certainly had its risks as who knew what such galactic powers would do in order to wipe out his companies. Yet in exchange he had studied everything closer besides the enjoying life, all tough he cold have learned it all while leading the company, but Rac believed in experiencing things by himself. Otherwise life tended to be dull unless you actually did something yourself, this partly came from his former life style of smuggling and travelling the galaxy. Yet as a `valuable resource` to the union, Rac was allowed to have his fun for sometime until he received a message, which gave a clear image of what he was expected to do.
“Play time is over, pack your bags puppet, and get your ass back to leading the companies and start making results”
Those were not the exact words, but the message was the same in the end and all tough Rac was allowed to run his company how he liked, but even his authority had limits. The Union kept insisting that it was all up to the board members to run their business yet it was quite clear they would not allow them to foolishly destroy their own creation. After all what belonged to them, belonged to the union in a way or so Rac thought it to be. Truth be told, Rac found it rather amusing that the union actually cared for his whereabouts as he was always replaceable, they could always install someone in head of his corporation all tough it might turn out as a messy business. Something that the union disliked greatly as, no wonder, it was a shadowy organization that stayed back allowing it’s puppets work as their front and Rac had proved to be efficient whenever he wanted to be. Rac guessed that this was his small vacation that the chairman had allowed until putting him back into order as compared to the rate he had worked in the past, Rac had a great deal to upgrade in his performance, if he wished to keep his `superiors` happy. Rac snapped out of his thoughts as a droid servant reported that the landing craft was fuelled and ready to go; sluggishly Rac turned his comfortable and weirdly shaped hover chair around to make his exit. He found his way down the turbo lift into the hangar swarming with mechanic droids, fighters and equipment, in the middle awaited Rac`s shuttle. Unlike always the pilot did not greet him for it was no human in control of the shuttle, Rac had grown frequently concerned about his own safety and had began to rely more on droids than humans. Humans were numerous, they stomped the ground everywhere in the galaxy and were always hungry for power, after all they were only out for themselves yet so was Rac.
The shuttle descended onto the familiar roof building that Rac had come to walk back and forth from time to time as he either entered or left the building this way. While on his way to the elevator and riding it, Rac opened up a com link to his secretary and snarled between his teeth as there was no answer. He is gone for a certain period of time and everything goes to hell, simply wonderful, but what could you expect from incompetent human underlings? They certainly were a horde of a workforce, but not good for much on their own or that depended on the person really, but mainly they were all worthless. Rac hovered trough the hallway and everyone he passed stopped to look at him, but as Rac arrived to the conference room where he was about to assemble a meeting he found two of them already there. Karus and Mardar turned to stare at him as he hovered past them, it seemed that they had not been expecting him to return or they had been interrupted at a bad moment. Rac stopped at the other head of the table and began preparing something on the table system that included a holocron. Silence descended upon the room as Rac calmly kept checking the system and seemed not to care, if there was anyone with him in the room. The two humans seemed paralyzed and did not say a word, Rac did not seem to acknowledge their presence yet the two human wanted some sort of an answer that would allow them to leave the room.
“You may leave and return tomorrow along with the rest of the board gentlemen, we matters to discuss and I am going to bring up the idle state of this company in, which it has fallen during my absence”
Rac said with his eyes still on the screen, Karus and Mardar simply nodded understanding that Rac was not at all pleased that he would have to grab the leash in order to keep his underlings in order. As the two left the room Rac opened up the latest reports of his companies fairing in everything, the failure to compete had forced budget cuts and that effected employees, who were not all that happy about it. This idle state that Rac had allowed his company to fall in was not acceptable, he would not accept it and those who had to suffer from it did not accept it. Rac would have to wake up his corporation in order to get things back on track and possibly an expansion of the corporation obviously would not hurt at all. An expansion worthy enough to assure his own underlings and the union that he was not faltering.